Roger remains blissfully unaware of the narration.

"Well, that has to do with the meeting," he says, a little sheepishly. "And it was just a pond. Pongo saw Anita and Perdita first, and chose to drag me in their direction. Once he reached them he got it into his head to use his leash to bind Anita and I's legs together, and, as balance is sort of impossible to maintain in those sorts of situations, we managed to fall into said pond."

Pongo's trying not to giggle at Kate.

That would ruin his manly image.





Not really.